Not-so-Brief Update

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I should be sleeping. People on TV aren’t really making sense anymore, and husband is snoring beside me. But I’m awake and my back hurts and my head feels as if a small Lego person is wielding a pickaxe and slamming it into the back of my head, right where it joins my neck. It’s wrapping around to my face, and I only feel good when I’m lightly biting on my mouth guard.

I spoke with my dietician today, and it looks like I’m down a bit more food. She is not qualified, of course, but she did confirm that it sort of sounds kind of like I’m tending towards gastroparesis, and I should see a gastroenterologist asap to get the tests.

  • Fatty foods are bothering me. Consistent with gastroparesis
  • Eat and drink alternately. I’m struggling, it’s cutting down on my food.
  • The pain I’m having is in my upper area, in my stomach, not bloating or flatulence.  Paired with nausea and vomiting, consistent with gastroparesis,

We spoke in depth, and until my stomach gets checked out, we are going to try garlic and onion just a miniscule bit. I am stopping anything fatty. I had some chips and oven baked hash browns make me sick.

I have tons of allergies, and damage to my throat due to acid damage, I’m very picky. So, it’s my fault really, I’m not eating such a varied diet.

I do have a Neurologist appointment for the beginning of October ❤ I just have to survive.

We put in the request for the gastroenterologist at the same time, so I am hoping it should appear shortly.  I’m such an optimist!

I went to bed at 2 pm yesterday and woke up at 7:30 This morning, for this appointment.  I woke up disoriented and started yelling. I didn’t expect to sleep so long. Husband took it personally. 😭 I felt awful. We need to work this out. He wants to go to our marriage counsellor,  but the person we were seeing I saw personally. Last I emailed her she answered really strangely. She took my words and quoted them, saying she was sorry I was feeling “awful”. This was right after my head pain, when it was really new and really bad. I was put off and not excited to deal with her again. I don’t know exactly why I was offended so much, but it almost feels like mocking. The mature person would ask about it. The mature person has more energy than I do, I think. I honestly think, she’s moved to a new office, under new rules and the rules may be stricter. But I’m really put off. If it is really important to him, I will suck it up, but it will be mentioned.

Speaking of which, husband paid me a strange yet flattering compliment via our son this weekend. Our son will be diagnosed with Autism when he returns to school in the fall, and he is currently seeing various therapists to assist with organization, motor control, etc. One therapist is leaving to move to a different facility and he had the choice to move with her or stay and work with another therapist. We expected him to make his dad do the talking, but he marched in (he’s 13, he usually goes into the session alone, but he’s not ready to travel alone. Not there, to school, yes. He’s about 11 in maturity, anyway) and essentially fired her. Did all the talking for the hour when he’s usually mute. My husband said that’s like me. I’m good at having the difficult conversations.

Like the time I had a pregnancy scare with my ex-husband? I found him at some stupid place he conned a friend into renting so they could play “office”. I pulled him outside saying “I need to talk to you!” Before I could say one word he said, “I know, you have AIDS.” I only wish I knew then that when people accuse you of something, they are always talking about themselves. I can’t believe how many more years I was in that stupid marriage, too. Definitely not pregnant. HIV-free too. Only 1 STD, and that wasn’t exactly consensual, KWIM. But it was the most easily cleared up thank goodness, no lasting effects. Phew! I wonder what risky behaviour he’d been up to? 🤔

I’m so tired I watched tv today. Just watched tv. Tired isn’t right. Uh. I don’t know the word.

If you’re bored, Naked on Netflix is hysterical. It stars Marlon Wayans Ass, I watched Leah Remini Scientology Series. My god her makeup is Divine! The Scott Petersen documentary about him killing his wife, where I’m supposed to think he’s innocent.  Pfft.

Ugh, I’m starting to have these brief, sharp pains in my upper right ribcage, under my boob when I take a really deep breath. I had it this morning, I thought I could find a good position, I don’t know. I should probably just zone out until I can see a doctor, have people keep checking on me and wipe me down every once in a while.

I am having such a tough time eating, too. I had to miss dinner because of the nausea. I had oatmeal, a half lunch plate of nachos (lactose-free cheese and corn based tortilla chips) the rest at 3:30, and water plus unsweetened iced tea. I’m nervous about this pattern and how long this will sustain me. Losing another 15 lbs would be so cool, but it’s gotta stop somewhere. It’s really not normal to have this metabolism at my age.

Ok. Midnight. I’m going to turn into a pumpkin.

But hey, I did two blog posts! If you are interested in beauty, check out my beauty blog, Squidge’s Beauty Haul this post is on The Ordinary skincare line.

 

Sunday’s Scoop

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Does anyone else do this when they are sitting or lying with their legs straight?  I’ve done this all my life, and wonder if other people do it, too. I don’t know if it’s EDS related, but it makes people laugh.

I’m starting to be mildly concerned about my head. The headaches are becoming persistent and my face constantly hurts. The pain in my head isn’t bad, though, just constant. My short term memory is getting worse, and I’m sleeping more and more. I’m so tired. I wonder if it’s the heat, although husband did some tinkering last night and it’s much better in here.

My husband is by no means lazy, he is so overwhelmed things aren’t being taken care of that need doing. I finally insisted we have a night where he comes to bed at 7:00 so I can talk to him. Otherwise I don’t get to see him. He comes to bed at 9. Closer to 9:30, and I’m not keen on bothering him when he’s fighting to stay awake until 10:30 so he can have spent time with me.

I do try to take the burden, but there’s only so much I can do. I’m trying to organize things on my side, and that’s helping, so there’s that.

I have a heart test this week. Is that the Eeg or EKG? I can never remember. It’s the last test before I am on the list for the EDS clinic. Six month wait. I hope they can speed it up.

Ok, I need to move.

Be well!

If it’s Good Enough For Drake…

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I had to hobble to my Cannabis doctor yesterday. My husband came with me, naturally, because I don’t get around so well, but this was a nightmare.

At this point, I can walk maybe 50 feet comfortably, without struggling. My knees pop out like nobody’s business, and I’m having a hell of a time right now. I’m not certain what to do. We’re debating buying the damn wheelchair, as it’s not like I’m going to suddenly be able to walk long distances. However, should I be investing in a walker, as I’m hoping the EDS clinic can come up with some sort of bracing or physio to help strengthen things.

We caught a cab to my doctor, which is at one of the busiest intersections in the city, and if you know anything about Toronto,  that old joke about the city having two seasons: winter and construction is not far off. The cab couldn’t drop us off in front of the building, because the front was walled off for construction! We had to drive two blocks to get to the end of the wall. Guess who had to walk two blocks to her doctor? Yes! Me!

Of course, my knee subluxed, and I was hitch-sobbing in the elevator, limping into the office, crying most of the way through the appointment. The doctor didn’t seem to mind. He has a reputation for being a real jerk, but by the comments, it seems maybe he doesn’t like fakers. The appointment went well, considering, and I even learned I have been vaping wrong for the past 5 years.

My original doc gave me a prescription and told me to ask my friends for help. It’s so absurd, he kept treating me like a drug-seeker, but I so was not. Of all people! I’ve learned so much from my last two appointments with new doctors!

After the appointment, we usually walk out to the taxi stand, but that was gone, so I found a place to sit, while this guy followed my husband around telling him the lead singer of the Verve died, and since he looks like him, he can have a new job! Ugh. My head is killing me, my knee is killing me, I feel like I’m going to hurl… please let me go home.

So husband is trying to find a cab, but the curb lanes are blocked and no one will pull in, so he walks the half block to the line and promises to pay the fine if the guy gets caught. It works, and the cab has a.c.!

I have to get used to the idea of a wheelchair.

I haven’t even considered if I can handle something motorized or not.

Summertime and the pain is …

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My symptoms tend to alleviate somewhat in the summer. It doesn’t mean I’m cured by any means, but I find my knees don’t ache as much, nor do they pop and crack as much. My muscle aches aren’t as intense. My elbows don’t feel as brittle, my hands ache, but they don’t hurt as badly as they do in December.  My neck has been quite a bit better, with my head pain bein not as intense, although that could be the Botox injections.

I heard from the EDS clinic after we followed up. They are waiting for info from my doctor, which they requested May 9. He swears they didn’t receive it. Waiting time for the clinic is 6 months. They have wasted 2 months for me. I am so angry. My husband is handling this because I don’t think I can be nice about it.

My cannabis doctors office called to reschedule my appointment on Friday from this Thursday to tomorrow. I was upset, and I let it show in my voice, it was trembling. I said I was upset and my husband would have to call back because he has to bring me and he has to take time off work. Well, this person got all snippy with me! She exhaled sharply and told me he couldn’t book appointments for me. I protested he’d been doing it for the three years we’ve been patients. She relented “Oh, yeah, I guess he is on your file” Fine. So husband calls, and the only appointment I can get before my expiry is the one offered, and it isn’t even with my regular doctor! Now, I do have some responsibility in this, as I had to cancel my appointment because I was ill. However, we book 3 weeks before my due date (June 29) because there’s a chance I could be ill. They could only offer me the 13th. I need to be renewed before Monday the 17th. They have rescheduled the last three appointments at the last-minute, and it is infuriating. I believe they have rescheduled many more. I have rescheduled two because of severe contagious illness. This, plus the location of the building means I can’t make it to the building unless I have a certain amount of stamina. The building is on one of the busiest corners in the city. (Yonge-eg for anyone who knows Toronto). So, either 1. my husband has to drop me off at the building where there isn’t parking and there are no seats in the lobby, so I have to be dropped off and have the stamina to make it up the stairs and to the office.  2. I go to parking with my husband and walk to parking with him. 3. We rent a wheelchair (or buy) and then the parking situation becomes more realistic. 4. We take a cab to the office building, which drops us off in front, however, we have a long wait to hail a cab, I have nowhere to sit (except the floor) and the walk to the taxi stand is just at the furthest limit of my walking ability. So we will take a cab and I will suck it up. I’m so brave! 😄

I guess I’m so sick of after all that time the first doctor spent treating me like a drug seeking video game player, now they’re upset that I’m actually disabled and need assistance because of it.

Even though the pain might be less, my joints are very wobbly.

I think it’s rainy this week, which is making my head sore, which is making me kind of grumpy. I should probably stay off social media. Find something else to do.

I’ve managed to do a bunch of organization this week. I feel so much better to have lots of things handy and knowing where things are. I’ve organized notes and snacks and email and…everything! I even made lists for everything I needed to speak to my husband about. We arranged for him to come to bed at 7 on Saturday night so we can hang out together. It was great! We got so much done, I don’t think we will need to do that much chatting again for a long time! Ha ha!

I’ve been going to nap for an hour and sleeping for four to six. I imagine my body is healing. I am enjoying it. I feel stronger and stronger.

Dang this headache.

I Have Two Speeds…

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My symptoms tend to subside in the summer to an amazing extent, now that I think about it. It’s surprising, considering the amount I hurt now.

I essentially have two speeds at the moment. Feeling as well as I am able, which is pretty alright! I can squeeze a good almost five hours out of a day if I rest up appropriately, three if I want to keep going.  That is amazing. My hands hurt and my back, neck, and head are often excruciating, but distraction and movement are good.

Sleep has been a problem, however. I am exhausted at 9:00, I take my sleeping pill and at 10:00 I am wide awake until 2:00 am. Without the pill, I fall asleep and am awake at 2:00. Sleeping during the day means I don’t sleep at night. I’m at a loss. I guess I keep trying until it works itself out.

My tongue isn’t swelling any more, so perhaps it is just getting the last bit of this illness.

Okay, off to tackle the day! 😁 have a good one! Sure, it’s 1:00 p.m. I’m a slow starter. Today, anyway!

 

 

Remember Me?

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Hey everyone! I’ve spent the last two weeks freaking out over this past weekend’s beauty convention! It went over very well, and I’m hoping to soon have a cross-post up between my two blogs about my experience.

I was very nervous about this weekend because I purchased the tickets for me and three friends in March when I felt fairly well. With the head and neck pain I’ve been having, I wasn’t certain I could endure the entire weekend.

Add to this, I had my BOTOX injections and broke a crown on my tooth and had to have dental work done. Ugh.

Oh, I missed this story, so on the day of my BOTOX injections, there is a volunteer in who isn’t the usual. She comes in the lobby and calls for Diana. I ignore her, that not being my name. She then calls Diana with my last name. I figure it out. I stagger over, followed by my husband. I apologize for not answering to the wrong name before, being the Canadian that I am, and educate her on the correct pronunciation of my name. DAH-nuh to rhyme with banana. She gets all put out. She goes to the file and starts whining “Well, it’s just that we have four names here for you!” My husband goes over and asks what they are. She’s referring to my first, middle, maiden, and last. The only one I don’t use is my middle. And there’s a short form of my first name I use. So she lightens up a bit.  Then she comes back and want to know if she needs to fill all the serum, if we use all six vials. I told her yes. As we’ve been doing this for three years now? Maybe two and a half. She then says, I don’t know, it’s kind of a lot… And then looks to my husband for validation. 😠 She comes back after with another administrator, and thusly begins calling me Dayna for a good five minutes. I won’t even mention her mocking my husband when he went to get me up when he thought the doctor was ready for me but he wasn’t. I will send a note, though, to patient relations. Yikes!

Back to the convention, so after my BOTOX, I had my tooth fixed, went home, rested up and was really anxiety and pain ridden, and I couldn’t figure out why. I was angsty and stressed and such a mess. But then, as soon as the event was over, as my friend got in her car and drove away….

My throat began to hurt….my tongue began to swell…my lymph nodes are swollen and sore. I couldn’t sleep my tongue hurt so much last night. I’m glad it waited, that was kind. I do need to have my husband book off work to take me to the doctor. I can’t go alone. I get really upset and stressed when I’m sick. Sometimes even before I know I’m sick. It started in my 30s. It’s almost as if I am afraid to be vulnerable. I remember one day being so ill I could hardly walk I had such a cold, but I had decided I had missed four days of work and that was it, I was going in. It didn’t matter it was 8:30 at night, I was needed! My husband talked some sense into me, but I get so irrational.

A couple of conclusions: last time I went out socially was last August. This isn’t acceptable. I need to get out more, as does our daughter, so we do not have this much anxiety.

The world certainly treats you differently when you are thin..ner. I’m not quite thin, but I’m thinner. I’m about 60 less than last year? Wow. Last year someone asked if I was my friends’ mother. That’s the one who spoke to me. This year? Compliments and chats and nobody speaking to my carer (pusher? 😁) first…well, mostly…. but that’s a story for later!

There were actually moments when I didn’t notice my pain. I feel miles better today, spiritually, anyway. My mouth hurts. I’m thinking strep. All that turning of my neck may have worked out some kinks. Now, I’m far from sprinting a race. Much of this is because of a good medication balance. I did have two pretty scary incidents where my knees just buckled under me. My friend who is a nurse thought that was pretty cool, I think, except one was on stairs. It’s that with no meniscus, it feels like one bone goes one way and the other, well… I also had my fingers go out yuck. But in the grand scheme, I will take it.

I will try to get that post about my experience together, and I will let you know!

😘

In Pain and Grouchy.

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All right. I’m done. I am bloody well ready to shut it down and move to the furthest edges of where Sephora delivers. I’m over this friendship business. It’s overrated.

I had a person ask me to join a group she started, because it was a mutual interest, so I did. The members seem to devote a lot of time to this group, and it happened around the time all my major nonsense started this year. I haven’t posted much to the group, nor to this person much, except to explain my situation. She deleted me today, as a friend! (Yes, I have spyware) Now, I don’t hate her or think she’s a bitch or anything, but I think it’s pretty much a pattern of how abled-disabled friendships go. Tons of assumptions are made, three months go by, well – they must be feeling better by now! They must not be interested. Where do three months go? It took me four months to see my regular pain management doctor! So much can be solved by talking. But when you have an invisible illness, who has the spoons? How hard is it to check Facebook, really? You’d be surprised.

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This is a pretty nice picture. Notice my top from Old Navy with the Zebra print. This makeup took over three hours to accomplish. I had to keep lying down to quell the nausea and pressure in my head, increasing my headache. I also was dealing with a broken crown because my medical examination last week was so painful, I grit my teeth in pain, and… well. We do need to wait until after my Botox treatment shots tomorrow, because I get lidocaine and Botox in my jaw and it helps a lot. If I need to sit with my mouth open while they tinker, it just makes sense. I mean, my jaw aches, but it’s only really bad when I bite wrong. So, we don’t need to wait, but it makes sense. In this photo I have that headache, rapping the back of my head, jaw pain, my hands are achy from fumbling for stuff, shoulders are cranky, they don’t like holding cameras, and my abdomen/hip on the right side is doing that “you really could lie down you know, sure it bunches up your neck, but so what?” But I’m still trying to look cute and show off my makeup, because this is the Internet. Everyone has a perfect life here!

Why do I do it then? Because otherwise I just lie here bored. Some days that’s all I can do. Some days I need to get my family in order. Things take a lot longer than before. My memory is bad. It must be the pain. My neck hurts so much. I can barely keep track of what I’m doing.

I have been buying tons of makeup again. Partly because I can’t keep track of what I have. I was half-joking with my husband, saying makeup is all I have. I started listing all the things that were no longer available to me:

  • Sex
  • Watching complicated television
  • Milkshakes
  • Travel
  • Dancing
  • Beaches
  • Carbonated Beverages

I went on for a while until I felt good and sorry and it was no longer funny in the slightest.

However, I have discovered a few things that I can participate in:

  • Iced tea with aspartame (I do not care, this is keeping me alive right now)
  • Watching comedians on various corners of the cable service
  • Wearing my zebra outfits
  • Lovely Brand caramels, made with condensed milk – which isn’t FODMAP friendly, but if I only have a couple I do okay. The Sea salt ones are so good!

 

This cheered me immensely.

My son turned 13 yesterday, and my husband made a FODMAP friendly cake! Isn’t he the sweetest? Chocolate, which is the boy’s favourite. The girl likes vanilla. I can’t believe I’m Mom to two teenagers. That’s so weird. I’m just a teen myself! Well, it seems that way, in my head.

Speaking of my head, I spend most of my day in it. I deliberately stay away from people and try to stay busy. I’m always doing something. I have two blogs. My kids require as much support as I can give them, my husband needs loose ends tied up, and I need to maintain my health. All from my bed! I can get pretty foul tempered when I’m in pain. I want to save whatever good mood I can muster for those to whom I’m closest. I want to be as unstressed as possible, and that means releasing myself from as many entanglements as I could.

I even told my MOTHER I needed some space right now.

I see you people hanging on there. I appreciate the hell out of you.

Don’t think I don’t see the irony of me saying “people should really talk more” and me just dropping out of society, but if you were in my head you would totally understand. I feel like there’s a gremlin on my shoulder chopping at the back of my head. My neck is stiff, it hurts to turn right or left or look up. My jaw is stiff and sore. It’s tough to think and comprehend what people are saying. It’s quite embarrassing. It gets worse as the day goes along. It feels like I was put in a blender. My brain is spinning. It’s difficult to concentrate. I’ve been working on this post for two hours now. I’ve lost parts of it. Doing anything is like this. This is not what I am like. I am efficient and organized. It’s a nightmare for me.

I don’t remember if I said this, but the doctor said he was referring me to someone who was going to examine my neck/head and potentially do a block. I think that’s what they thought, but maybe an MRI first. Or an x-ray. Would be good. I don’t want them poking around without any idea of where anything is. I mean, even the dentist takes x-rays.

My face is killing me. I only need to make it to tomorrow.

Love to you, Zebra pals! 😘